I miss you Sophie, my little darling daughter.
I miss your cheeky way. I miss your defiance; I think it’s a wonderful trait that will serve you extremely well in the future, as it does now.
I miss the cute dimples in your cheek when you smile and laugh.
I miss you insisting that we go down big slides together with you in my lap.
I miss you being naughty at bedtime (talk about seeing things through rose-tinted glasses!).
I miss watching you bounce on the trampoline as if it was the greatest, most fun thing that anyone ever did! I have a trampoline here; it's been waiting for you, my darling.
I miss the way you speak, so earnestly, with unwavering sincerity and love.
I miss the way you always share your food or treats with others; how anyone under four can care so much about those around them surprises me in the best way.
I miss watching your love for Jonesie, the way you'd chase him around with nary a moment's respite.
I miss the way you used to play ball with us, interrupting cricket matches between Lenny and me, whenever you wanted, to bat and to bowl.
I miss the way you and Quentin would chase each other around like lunatics, inside and out; it was the funniest game—except for the game we would play when we'd make faces, and then you'd end up jumping off the arms of the couch and we'd say together (at your behest) 'that's a silly game!'
I miss toilet training you!
I miss your love of Spot books and your excellent memory of their narrative.
I miss seeing the way you'd react to new clothes.
I miss the way that you played Duplo with me and built things.
I miss the way you'd mess up your room so I'd have to clean it up again and again and again.
I miss your cute little laugh and your impish little voice.
I miss you, my darling little daughter, and I hope and pray and work each day to be reunited with you.
I doubt there's a father out there who wouldn’t profess:
I'm gonna watch you shine
Gonna watch you grow
Gonna paint a sign
So you always know
As long as one and one is two
There could never be a father
Love his daughter more than I love you
Written by Lonely Dad
Lonely Dad's partner left with their children, and stole all of his money. He has had a most challenging situation, dealing with the aftermath of horrible lies leading to court orders. Through his site, Lonely Dad shares his experience dealing with a compulsive liar and sociopath in a high-conflict, post-separation process of divorce. Contact Lonely Dad at LonelyDad@gmail.com.